After introducing the ten Demon Emperors, Feng Qing casually walked around Zhu Yao and sat down on Si Chen's right. Her movements were as natural as if she had returned to her own home, and she even edged closer to the seat of honor.
Then she picked up the teapot and poured herself a cup, smiling gently. "My lord, this is lovely tea."
Red Bean raised an eyebrow, seeming somewhat displeased. "Why are you sitting so close?"
"I merely wish to hear more clearly."
"You're a Demon Sovereign with keen ears and sharp eyes. You could hear perfectly well from a mountaintop outside."
Feng Qing kept smiling. "The closer I sit, the better I hear. And the better I hear, the better I can ease our lord's burdens."
"My lord, wouldn't you agree?"
Si Chen did not care about such things. "Sit wherever you like."
Feng Qing's eyes curved with her smile, and she raised an eyebrow slightly at Zhu Yao.
Zhu Yao snorted and plopped down on his other side. With one on his left and one on his right, the two of them sandwiched Si Chen between them.
The two fire-aligned Demon Sovereigns stared at each other across Si Chen, and the air in the hall suddenly grew considerably warmer.
Black Mountain glanced around in confusion. "Why do I feel a little hot...?"
Red Wind sent him a voice transmission. "Shut up. This has nothing to do with you."
Xie Changsheng and the others' mouths twitched at the sight. They could understand Red Bean, since Si Chen had raised her, but why was the Wind Race's chief...?
Gray Gray lay sprawled at Si Chen's feet and gave a feeble "Mm." There was no energy left to compete now.
The bangs were gone, the fur was frazzled-whoever wanted to